Friday, November 12, 2010

Oh the way You love me. The way You stretch forth Your hand of mercy when I fail You and I fail You again and still Your hand is outstretched.
The way You went willingly to the cross to be broken and beaten and killed by my sin and the way You'd do it again in a heartbeat
and I still live in sin and still You went and You bled and You died.
And the way You find me in my darkest hour and You shine Your light and I choose to love the darkness and still Your light shines.
And Oh the way You love me even when I hate You and still You love just the same.
I'm the desperate and You're the Saviour.

1 comment:

LuckRaven said...

This is it, right here. This is the terrifying beauty of grace, and I'll never understand it if I live a hundred years.